Several years ago, I went on a speed awareness course.
*Just because it looks like you’re taking notes, it doesn’t mean that you are,
or, 'Beware of poets "taking notes" '*
Part One: Course Leader Triolet
All patronizing, dull, verbose,
Diminutive and witless too,
But interesting? Not even close,
Who wants to give us all a dose.
He thinks he’s funny; that’s not true.
All patronizing, dull verbose,
Diminutive and witless too.
(Being diminutive was his only saving grace)
Part Two: Woeful Doggerel to Stave off Boredom
We drivers, who have all been slightly naughty,
Like doing forty-six instead of forty,
Or failing to recall our cars were nifty,
By doing fifty-eight within a fifty,
Or seeing if our cars could speed aplenty,
By going twenty-nine instead of twenty,
Are gathered in a room to be subjected
To idiotic tedium, directed
Towards each careless automotive criminal,
Thus keeping any future speeding minimal.